Cursed

Dedicated to Bram Stoker…

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when the sky will be silver, and the mango tree will suspire the breeze,

that’s when I’ll come to you

like the ebb tide touches the bank, dry, on the full moon with passion.

a nomad I’ve been for so many centuries; hiding and surviving anyhow

and now I’m going to lie down on your bosom, that’ll heave as you sleep.

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when the sun will rise tomorrow and after so many tomorrows you will

search me I know around everywhere.

I’ll be there not beside you but inside you; where the heart beats and

mind subconsciously knows of my presence.

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where the sound doesn’t resonated; where the echo has lost it ways

you’ll hear me at your ears–whispering–

calling your name; proposing my eternal love, my so-long long for you.

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far far away I’ve come from; from the centuries you don’t remember

but I do as if it few days old

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damned and cursed I may be, but, this love is not

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Written for Day 13 of National/Global Poem Writing Month 2019.

Prompt:

Our optional prompt for the day takes its cue from Jack Prelutsky’s poem “The Witch”, as well as this poem by Dean Young, called “Belief in Magic.” Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something mysterious and spooky! Your poem could be about something that is mysterious and spooky in a bad way (like a witch), or mysterious and spooky in a good way (possibly also like a witch? It depends on the witch, I guess!) Or just the everyday, mysterious, spooky quality of being alive.